Red tulip, which I mis-labelled poppy, from a London garden. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright
I''m learning 24 languages, want to be a polyglot
Learned a lot, sounds impressive I know,
I learned a hundred words each time
But forgot how to say goodbye and hello
If only a terrifying politician in a far off land
Would listen to modest me, and my plea
I would gladly write, then shake his hand
And exxplain how we could all be friendly
Words, right words, causing action, are practical
Words which create enthusiasm are magical
I need enough words to fill a blank page
But the first jangled, tangle fills me with rage
The trouble is counting syllables takes so much time
How much easier to be satsfied with rhyme
You need to pay attention to rhythm
Establish the pattern at the beginning
Words can start a war, words can be threats,
Words can be ambiguous, words can place bets
Words can perfect, words can end and leave lasting peace
We are not there yet, but we've vain hope, started at least.
The world's big place, of pretty flowwers and tragic muddles
In the long run we make a cup of coffee and all decease
So I make a modest, happy magic puddle
In a confused plea for rhythm, rhyme and peace.
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